Hello Suz: Although her eyesight may be failing, she will never lose the sense of the girl within. Just a whiff of a familiar scent and she will regain her youth once more....
We have found you quite by chance through an encounter with the wonderful Friko and we have so enjoyed reading through your most eclectic and stimulating posts. We are Followers!
memory plays tricks
ReplyDeleteas she was never there.
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Evasively beautiful. Thank you for sharing, Suz.
ReplyDeleteI can relate to this... I love it!
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Great effort, love it.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully evocative!
ReplyDeleteSad...
ReplyDeleteSome nights I consciously think about my mother, hoping a dream about her will follow ... your Mag reminds me of that. :)
ReplyDeletelost memory of something or someone? can't say but I like it even if it's a be melancholic.
ReplyDeleteHello Suz:
ReplyDeleteAlthough her eyesight may be failing, she will never lose the sense of the girl within. Just a whiff of a familiar scent and she will regain her youth once more....
We have found you quite by chance through an encounter with the wonderful Friko and we have so enjoyed reading through your most eclectic and stimulating posts. We are Followers!
well, thank you....and I love Friko too
DeleteI shall pop over and visit you..I shall
thanks, suz
vague and fill in the blanks, just enough to make it our own. thanks for this Suz. Missed you these last few days.
ReplyDeleteLovely write - thank you.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
This sad piece seems not quite you. So, get spectacles, take the bloodhound and run faster!
ReplyDeleteHaunting and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteHaunting. Like a breath.
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